Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I nod, screaming now. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my pussy and my asshole! They belong to you!”
He fucks me harder, the toy pistoning in and out of my pussy while his cock stretches my ass. I feel myself building, tighter and tighter, until I’m right at the edge.
“Come for me,” he growls, and I do, my body convulsing around both shafts, the orgasm tearing through me so hard I scream. Literally, my vision goes black as a massive convulsion seizes my asshole, almost pushing his cock out of my back end.
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Oh shit shit shit!
In the end, my anal orgasm isn’t powerful enough to expel his massive hardness, and he keeps fucking me, chasing his own pleasure, and then I hear his breath catch, his cock swell, as his come shoot pulses. Then he ejaculates hard, deep inside my ass, filling me with heat.
“Fuck!” he roars, still fucking my pussy with the dildo. “Shit shit shit!”
We scream and cry with ecstasy, both of my holes so stretched and full that I can’t think. I can’t feel anything except the incredible pleasure pulsing through my veins, my two holes clasping and clamping on the huge cocks within. Finally, however, the climax ebbs and we collapse onto the bed, both of us shaking, both of us ruined.
Kent rolls me onto my back, kisses my face, my neck, my breasts, my thighs. His mouth lingers at my ear. I expect him to say something nasty because my man always talks dirty, but instead, what he says is a surprise.
“Marry me,” he whispers.
I blink, stunned. “What?”
“Marry me,” he says again, louder this time. “I want you. Forever. No contracts, no deals, no conditions. Just you.”
My heart explodes, my whole body a live wire. I laugh, then cry, then throw my arms around him and say, “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
He holds me so tight I think I might break, but I never want him to let go.
Below, the church bell tolls again, marking the hour. The city is just a blur of gold and blue through the window, the whole world tilted in our direction.
I bury my face in his chest, and for the first time ever, I know what happiness feels like.
It feels like this: the press of this man’s arms, the salt of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in my ear.
It feels like the future.
EPILOGUE: AN ARTICLE IN THE PAPER CLEARING MY NAME
MARY KATE
The front doors of the mansion groan open with the kind of authority reserved for tombs and old money. The air inside is dense with the smell of roses and lemon wax, a familiar mix of Kent’s cologne and the blast of air conditioning that’s always set two degrees too cold for me. My heels click against the marble, and the echo follows me all the way to the foot of the grand staircase.
I’m still in my graduation outfit because we just got back from the ceremony at Century College. My cap sits askew on my hair, and the gown is the color of a deep midnight, billowing out behind me with every step. Underneath I’ve got nothing but skin, and a sexy but discreet pair of nude heels that Kent made me buy last-minute at a women’s specialty boutique. My lover, on the other hand, is suit porn: tailored charcoal, an icy blue shirt, tie loosened just enough to show the notched muscle of his throat. His hair is ruffled sexily, those blue eyes already hungry.
He doesn’t even wait for the last reverberation of the front door to die. He comes up, cups my face with both hands, and holds me like he’s taking inventory. His thumbs stroke just under the hinge of my jaw, a spot so sensitive it makes my eyes close.
“You walked that stage like you owned it,” he says, and his voice is so low it’s nearly a growl. “I was watching the whole time, sweetheart. The haters, the teachers, the ones who doubted you. You never even blinked.”
He says it with a kind of awe, like maybe he’s seeing me for the first time. My chin does this traitor’s tremble, the one that gives away every emotion even when my mouth is locked up tight. I swallow it, but Kent sees everything.
He tilts my head up until our eyes meet. “You were perfect, MK.”
I want to say something clever, or even just thank you, but the words are all stuck at the back of my throat. Instead I reach up, tuck my hands over his wrists, and let him hold me up.
His hands drop away but he keeps looking at me, like there’s more he needs to see. “Did you read the article?”
I shake my head. I know exactly which article he means—the student paper piece that’s been blowing up every group chat on campus since noon. I’d seen the headline on Kayleigh’s phone, but couldn’t bring myself to click.